F*cking Lasers...
This is a big weekend coming up.
Firstly, Stereo Agency's last show, ever ever ever, will be at the Old Brewery Tavern on Friday the 28th at 9 PM. I'm glad it starts early. I'm not going to want to end the night by packing up and unloading our crap and spending 20 minutes total with friends.
The rest of the weekend will be devoted to celebrating the nuptials of a dear friend and Steelers fan up in Long Island. It's a high-profile affair: Ethel Kennedy is going to be there, and I must have a dance with her. As rocking a time (Bon Jovi is also to be in attendance) as this is sure to be, it nevertheless
means I will be missing out on what sounds like an absolute gas in the form of the Living Dead party at the Sexional to celebrate Major Bludd's return to the breathing segment of humanity. After discussing the idea recently with Mistress Armada, I wrote a small verse about skipping the wedding celebrations to attend the bash (as a former infamous Director of the FBI).
'Twas the night before Sunday and Ethel was pissed
Cos J. Edgar Hoover was late for their tryst.
In fact, he was one hundred miles due south
In Philly, cavorting with 'Cane in his mouth.
He looked very sharp in his suit (double breasted)
And a straw pillbox hat upon his head rested.
No one had an inkling, it was not revealed
That a 36A brazier this get-up concealed.
The party was attended by famed living dead:
Prez Lincoln, A. Hepburn, and Erik the Red.
They stood at the table and played drinking games
With Janis Joplin and the young Jesse James.
Pope John Paul the Second was drinking his Dewar's
Boadicea was sucking down bottles of Coors.
And in this grand setting, with booze all a-splashing
J. Edgar decided to go ventricle-smashing.
By the time the dust settled, not one heart was spared
To Dresden and Hastings the night was compared.
The assembled party-goers decided—there and then—
That young Mr. Hoover never come back again.
Firstly, Stereo Agency's last show, ever ever ever, will be at the Old Brewery Tavern on Friday the 28th at 9 PM. I'm glad it starts early. I'm not going to want to end the night by packing up and unloading our crap and spending 20 minutes total with friends.
The rest of the weekend will be devoted to celebrating the nuptials of a dear friend and Steelers fan up in Long Island. It's a high-profile affair: Ethel Kennedy is going to be there, and I must have a dance with her. As rocking a time (Bon Jovi is also to be in attendance) as this is sure to be, it nevertheless
means I will be missing out on what sounds like an absolute gas in the form of the Living Dead party at the Sexional to celebrate Major Bludd's return to the breathing segment of humanity. After discussing the idea recently with Mistress Armada, I wrote a small verse about skipping the wedding celebrations to attend the bash (as a former infamous Director of the FBI).'Twas the night before Sunday and Ethel was pissed
Cos J. Edgar Hoover was late for their tryst.
In fact, he was one hundred miles due south
In Philly, cavorting with 'Cane in his mouth.
He looked very sharp in his suit (double breasted)
And a straw pillbox hat upon his head rested.
No one had an inkling, it was not revealed
That a 36A brazier this get-up concealed.
The party was attended by famed living dead:
Prez Lincoln, A. Hepburn, and Erik the Red.
They stood at the table and played drinking games
With Janis Joplin and the young Jesse James.
Pope John Paul the Second was drinking his Dewar's
Boadicea was sucking down bottles of Coors.
And in this grand setting, with booze all a-splashing
J. Edgar decided to go ventricle-smashing.
By the time the dust settled, not one heart was spared
To Dresden and Hastings the night was compared.
The assembled party-goers decided—there and then—
That young Mr. Hoover never come back again.
posted by Face of Spades at 4:09 PM
7 Comments:
last show ever ever???? umm... you can't wait till july when i will be there and hopefully able to be faced?? ahhh god... where is the humanity...
How's this place on letting in 20.5 year old bald men with respectable beards without carding?
We will surely miss you on Saturday. But I will be in full Jesus Garb to represent our kingdom on earth.
Prepare for Friday... I plan on being drunk on the ride up to B-Hem. It's the senior sendoff at the comm center and I plan on drinking then and until I get picked up by Dr. Carey.
GET BLACKOUT with Stagency's Cack out.
Dude, you game for some Flyers-watching, bone-crunching excitement tonight? Starters? New Starters? Hm?
Here is a rundown of the actual events that occurred on April 29th, 2006:
Bob Denver and Pope John Paul II handled a few games at the Beer Pong Table, Abe Lincoln and Jesus almost threw Winston Curchill of the balcony, Mother Teresa looked amazingly hot for the first time in her life, Nancy Spungen and Buddy Holly were making out raucously on the balcony, three Johnny Cash's showed up, but only one was lucky enough to have June Carter, Terry Schiavo and Jackie Kennedy enjoyed some relaxation time on the balcony, Joe Strummer caused some maximum carnage, and Christopher Reeve was wheeled in by Freddie Mercury and Andy Kauffman. That is only some of the stand-out costumes and insanities that happened. Also, Daniel Faulkner broke up the party. What a dick.
Daniel Faulkner. Wow. Good one.
It's funny because the cop was black. I'm going to hell. I'll be there with Daniel Faulkner though.
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